Today, 12 January adds a year to my age. January is a special month in the annals of history, great men like John D. Rockefeller, Martin Luther King Jr., Cicero of Rome, Frederic the Great, King of Prussia, Richard Nixon the 37th US President, Franklin D Roosevelt the 32nd US president were all born in January. Also in the month of January my mentor, Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated. I share the same birthday with great civil right leaders like Holden Roberto, Angolian independent leader; Hosea Williams, civil right leader; Christiana Amanpour, CNN reporter/veteran journalist to mention but a few.
I am so indeed a happy person and I give glory to my keeper, my helper, and my Lord who is splitted Into three to guarantee my safety in my journey to eternity.
As you join me in celebrating my birthday also join me in forlorn as I watch the world around me turning into a carnival of terror. Because of the hegemonic ambition of the Hausa/Fulani invented identity desperately struggling for state power and its resource allocating values.Sometimes, I am puzzled with the thought of whether I will be fair if I bring a child into a world where his identity as a minority and a Christian means an uncomfortable existence. It means being part of the company of the contused, battered, the scarred, and the defeated.
Being a minority in Nigeria means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amidst psychological death. It also comes with the inveterate pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means to be a subject of outright denial of social amenities, subtle islamization and imperious victimisation in civil service appointments and promotions.
Being a minority in the Northern Nigeria means having your legs cut off, and then being condemned for being cripple. It means seeing your mother and father spiritually murdered by slings and arrows of daily exploitations, treachery, manipulation and deceit and being hated for being an orphan. Even being a Muslim is not enough.
Being a northern minority means listening to suburban politicians talk loquaciously against your faith and identity while arguing in the same breath that they are not fanatics. It means being harried by day and hunted by night. It means bearing the ache and anguish of living in so many situations where hopes unborn have died.
The minority Christians of the north are still at the bottom despite the few who have penetrated to slightly higher levels. Even when the door has been partially opened, mobility for the northern minority is still sharply restricted. “They” made it so difficult for the minority in such a way that there is no bottom at which to start and when there is, there is almost always no room at the top.
Freedom for the southern Kaduna will not merely flow into the society from court decision or from the fountain of political oratory and it does not require that we fight the whole race that suppress us but the policies and ideologies that leaders of the race have formulated to perpetuate oppression.
My people i urge us to be courageous and steadfast for every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering and struggle.
It is logical, moral, and psychologically constructive for us to resist oppression and We cannot win If we continue to sell the future of our children for our personal and immediate comfort and safety. My greatest joy is that the minority of this generation began to straighten their backs up and their oppressor can’t ride on their back like before.
They are awake and moving toward their goal of freedom and justice. You can hear them rumbling in every village, street, on the quays, in the houses, among the students, in the churches, and at political meetings. My greatest joy is that there is a creative force in the universe working tirelessly to pull down the gigantic mountain of evil.
Nonetheless, nothing is a mistake. God allowed the Children of Israel to be slaves in Egypt and then he hardened the heart of Pharaoh so the Whole World will know of his might & power. It is a Blessing to be called God’s own. To be referred to as “Minority” because indeed the hope of the world is still in the hands of dedicated minorities.
So, I register my gratitude to the One true God for another added year and His eclectic blessings through it all believing him that he has taken care of not just my future but also that of other oppressed persons and nationalities.